A few days later, Jungkook found himself on his private jet, soaring towards Busan. The city shimmered below, a sprawling coastal metropolis that held significant strategic importance for his operations. He had a series of critical meetings lined up, focused on expanding his hold on the southern port and finalizing a major acquisition. His mind was sharp, focused on the intricate details of the upcoming negotiations.

He sat by the window, a tablet in his hand displaying complex financial projections, when his phone buzzed. It was a secure line, a notification from Jungwoo. He picked it up, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Jungwoo," Jungkook stated, his voice calm and authoritative. "Report."

"Boss, we've confirmed your arrival in Busan," Jungwoo's voice came through, crisp and professional. "Your first meeting with the regional heads is scheduled for 3 PM."

"Good," Jungkook affirmed. "Any unforeseen complications?"

"None on your end, Boss," Jungwoo replied. "However, we've observed some... unusual activity around the apartment."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed. "Unusual activity? Elaborate." His thoughts immediately went to Taehyung. It had been a few days since the college meeting, and a quiet few days were always suspicious when it came to his dramatic darling.

"Mr. Kim has been seen acquiring several large bags of what appears to be... glitter," Jungwoo reported, a faint, almost imperceptible hesitation in his voice. "And a considerable amount of non-toxic, washable paint. Also, a large number of balloons."

Jungkook closed his eyes for a brief moment, a mixture of exasperation and reluctant amusement washing over him. Glitter. Paint. Balloons. It could only mean one thing. Taehyung was brewing something spectacular.

"And Mr. Park's status?" Jungkook asked, already bracing himself.

"Mr. Park appears to be in a state of perpetual anxiety, Boss," Jungwoo confirmed. "He attempted to dissuade Mr. Kim from his latest endeavors, but was ultimately unsuccessful. He was last seen stockpiling coffee."

Jungkook sighed, a long, weary sound, but the corners of his lips twitched upwards. "Of course. Alright, Jungwoo. Maintain vigilance. And ensure that whatever Mr. Kim is planning... it doesn't interfere with my scheduled operations. Too much."

"Understood, Boss," Jungwoo replied, the faintest hint of a sigh on his end as well. "We will do our best to contain the... collateral damage."

Jungkook ended the call, setting his tablet aside. He leaned his head back against the seat, gazing out at the clouds. Busan might be the strategic center of his empire, but it seemed his true challenge lay back in Seoul, with a certain dramatic darling who clearly missed him, and was determined to make sure he knew it. He wondered what kind of 'unforgettable' plan Taehyung had concocted this time. And whether his security team would ever recover.

Jungkook sat in the luxurious conference room in Busan, the murmur of his regional heads discussing market penetration strategies. His phone vibrated subtly on the table beside him. He picked it up discreetly, seeing Jungwoo's name.

"Jungwoo," Jungkook murmured, keeping his voice low so as not to interrupt the meeting. "Update."

"Boss," Jungwoo's voice was strained, a hint of something uncharacteristic in his usually calm tone. "The situation at the apartment has escalated. Mr. Kim appears to be executing his 'unforgettable' plan."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a slight, internal sigh escaping him. "Elaborate, Jungwoo."

"He has converted the living room into what appears to be a... glitter launchpad," Jungwoo reported, and Jungkook could practically hear the unspoken disbelief. "He's using industrial-grade fans and a large funnel. And he's aiming it directly out the window."

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Aiming it where, Jungwoo?"

"Towards the main intersection, Boss. And the building across the street. He's also tied several thousand balloons, some filled with washable paint, to the railings of the balcony." Jungwoo cleared his throat. "Mr. Park is attempting to physically restrain him, but Mr. Kim is surprisingly strong when driven by... artistic vision."

Meanwhile, back in Seoul, the apartment was a kaleidoscope of impending disaster. Taehyung, wearing goggles and a wide, gleeful grin, was shouting over the roar of industrial fans. "Almost ready, Jiminie! This is going to be epic! He'll see this all the way from Busan!" He held a large scoop of iridescent glitter, poised over a makeshift funnel.

Jimin, looking utterly distraught, was desperately pulling at Taehyung's arm. "Taehyung, stop! You're going to cause a public disturbance! We're going to get arrested! This isn't dramatic, it's a felony!" His voice was a high-pitched whine of pure anxiety. "Think of the fines! Think of the cleaning bill!"

"Collateral damage, Jiminie!" Taehyung crowed, and with a triumphant yell, he dumped the glitter into the funnel.

A shimmering explosion of iridescent dust erupted from the apartment window, catching the afternoon sun and dispersing into a dazzling cloud over the street below. Simultaneously, Taehyung began untying the ropes holding the paint-filled balloons, sending them drifting outwards, a colorful, chaotic armada.

Back in Busan, Jungkook heard a faint, distinct cheer from Jungwoo's end, followed by a choked cough.

"Jungwoo?" Jungkook asked, his voice now laced with genuine amusement.

"He... he launched it, Boss," Jungwoo confirmed, his voice sounding like he was trying to maintain composure while witnessing the apocalypse. "The glitter cloud is... quite magnificent. And the balloons are dispersing. Traffic is slowing. People are stopping and looking up. It's... certainly attention-grabbing."

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose, but his eyes were sparkling. "And Jimin?"

"Mr. Park has retreated to the bathroom, Boss," Jungwoo reported. "I believe he's hyperventilating. Or perhaps planning his escape to a secluded mountain monastery."

Jungkook let out a soft laugh, drawing curious glances from his regional heads. "Right. Maintain surveillance, Jungwoo. And try to ensure local authorities are... understanding. I'll be in touch." He ended the call, shaking his head. "My dramatic darling," he murmured, a fond, weary smile on his face. "Always finding a way to make his presence known."

Hours later, the sun began to set over Seoul, casting long shadows over the now-glitter-dusted intersection. Jungkook's security team, meticulously trained and usually handling far more serious threats, were now engaged in the surreal task of cleaning up a massive glitter bomb and collecting errant paint balloons.

Jungwoo, his usually immaculate suit subtly shimmering with a fine layer of iridescent dust, watched his men sweep the sidewalk. He held his secure comms unit, occasionally pressing it to his ear for updates.

"Status, Unit Alpha," Jungwoo commanded into the comms.

"Alpha reports glitter density is still high, Commander," a voice crackled back, sounding weary. "And we've secured approximately 347 paint balloons. Several landed on the police station roof, sir."

Jungwoo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Acknowledged, Alpha. Continue containment. Ensure no lingering... artistic statements... remain by morning." He lowered the comms. He spotted Minho, one of his most stoic agents, meticulously scrubbing a streak of bright blue paint off a lamppost.

"Minho," Jungwoo stated, his voice flat.

Minho straightened up, his gaze unblinking. "Commander."

"Are you enjoying your new assignment, Agent?" Jungwoo asked, a hint of something unreadable in his tone.

Minho sighed, a faint, almost imperceptible sound for a man of his discipline. "It is... educational, Commander. I now know the precise aerodynamic properties of glitter. And the adhesive qualities of washable paint when launched from a high velocity fan." He looked at the lamppost with an expression that bordered on existential despair. "My tactical training did not cover this scenario."

Jungwoo nodded slowly. "Indeed. My psychological training did not prepare me for a client who uses boa constrictors as business mascots and glitter as a form of romantic expression." He ran a hand over his face. "The Boss personally ordered us to ensure 'no collateral damage' and that 'Mr. Kim's creative expression was unimpeded,' provided it didn't disrupt his schedule too much."

Another agent, Agent Kim, walked by, pushing a large street sweeper that now had a faint, sparkly sheen. He paused, looking at the glitter swirling around him. "Commander," he said, his voice low, "if I didn't know better, I'd say Mr. Kim is trying to communicate something very specific with these... dazzling displays."

Jungwoo looked out at the glittering intersection, a single fleck of purple glitter clinging to his own polished shoe. He remembered Jungkook's voice, laced with amusement, telling him to 'ensure local authorities are understanding.' It was a delicate balance.

"He is communicating, Agent Kim," Jungwoo replied, his gaze distant. "He is communicating that his boss is utterly, irrevocably, and quite dramatically, done. And yet, we can do nothing but clean it up." He sighed. "Because the Boss finds it... entertaining. And apparently, he 'wouldn't have it any other way.'" His lips thinned into a grim line. "Just ensure the area is pristine by dawn. And prepare for the next 'unforgettable' demonstration."

Minho, still scrubbing the lamppost, simply gave a silent, long-suffering nod. They were highly trained security professionals, dealing with top-tier threats. But dealing with Kim Taehyung? That required a level of patience and silent endurance that no amount of training could prepare them for. Their boss's dramatic darling was their ultimate, unsolvable mission.

The next morning, the city of Seoul woke to a new phenomenon: the lingering shimmer of iridescent glitter that clung to lampposts, bus stops, and even some particularly unlucky pigeons. And Jungkook's security team, now operating on fumes and an unhealthy amount of caffeine, were still on glitter patrol.

Jungwoo, now sporting a faint, almost invisible halo of purple glitter in his otherwise perfectly styled hair, was receiving a field report.

"Commander," Agent Lee's voice crackled through the comms, sounding utterly defeated. "We've located another 'artistic statement.' Mr. Kim has attached a giant inflatable rubber duck, painted bright pink, to the top of the apartment building. It's holding a banner that reads: 'Missing: One Bunny Boss' attention. Reward: Undivided Affection.' And it's emitting a faint, high-pitched squeak."

Jungwoo closed his eyes, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "A giant inflatable rubber duck. With a banner. And a squeaker. Of course." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "And Mr. Park's status?"

"Mr. Park appears to be attempting to negotiate with the rubber duck, Commander," Agent Lee reported. "He's offering it coffee and asking if it needs therapy. We believe he's reached his breaking point."

Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Taehyung was admiring his handiwork from the balcony, a proud smirk on his face. "Brilliant, isn't it, Jiminie?" he chirped, turning to his best friend, who was indeed holding a mug of coffee and staring blankly at the giant pink duck on the roof. "He'll definitely notice this from Busan!"

Jimin slowly lifted his head, his eyes dead. "Taehyung, I'm pretty sure that's a violation of airspace regulations. And possibly international treaties. You're going to start an incident."

"Nonsense!" Taehyung scoffed. "It's a declaration of love! Very romantic, actually. A modern-day signal fire!" He pulled out his phone. "I should probably send him a picture."

Back on the street below, Minho and Agent Kim were staring up at the giant pink duck, their faces a mask of professional despair. Minho carefully radioed Jungwoo. "Commander, request for specialized equipment. Specifically, a very large dart gun. Or a very sharp sword. Or perhaps a small, tactical missile. For the duck, Commander."

Jungwoo's voice, though calm, held an undertone of immense strain. "Negative, Agent Minho. The Boss explicitly stated, and I quote, 'Do not harm the dramatic darling's creative expressions. Merely... contain them.' Find a way to deflate the duck discreetly. And silently. Without alarming the public or, more importantly, Mr. Kim."

Minho let out a silent, theatrical groan. "Understood, Commander. Discretion. Silence. And dealing with a giant inflatable pink duck with a squeaker. My career choices are truly baffling." He looked at Agent Kim, who just shrugged, already pulling out what looked suspiciously like a very long, very thin grappling hook with a tiny, sharp point.

"Don't worry, Minho," Agent Kim muttered, aiming for the duck. "Only 20 more years until retirement. Maybe we'll get a normal assignment before then. Like tracking an actual nuclear warhead."

Jungwoo, back in his command center, rubbed his temples. He imagined Jungkook, currently in Busan, probably enjoying a luxurious meal while his top security personnel were dealing with airborne inflatable poultry. He sighed. This was going to be a very long, very sparkly week.

The next morning, the grand doors of Jungkook's headquarters swung open. He stepped inside, his sharp gaze sweeping over the main lobby before heading directly towards his private office. Jungwoo stood nearby, looking a little less glittery than the day before, but still noticeably strained.

"Report, Jungwoo," Jungkook commanded, his voice crisp.

"Boss. All clear. No further... creative expressions. Mr. Kim and Mr. Park are in your office, as ordered." Jungwoo hesitated for a moment. "They've been contained, Boss."

Jungkook simply nodded, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips as he approached his office door. He inserted his keycard, and the heavy door clicked open.

Inside, Taehyung was sprawled dramatically on Jungkook's plush leather sofa, looking utterly miserable. Jimin was sitting stiffly in a chair opposite him, looking equally disheveled but more resigned.

As the door opened, Taehyung's head shot up. His eyes, though slightly red-rimmed, immediately lit up. "Bunny Boss!" he wailed, his voice cracking with theatrical despair. "You came! You finally came! I thought you'd forgotten your poor dramatic darling!"

He practically launched himself off the sofa, stumbling towards Jungkook, who, anticipating the onslaught, braced himself. Taehyung practically threw himself into Jungkook's arms, burying his face in his chest, and began to sob loudly, his whole body shaking.

"Dramatic darling," Jungkook murmured, holding him securely. "What is it? Are you hurt? Did my security detail displease you?" He looked over Taehyung's head at Jungwoo, who stood impassively at the door.

"Bunny Boss!" Taehyung sobbed even harder, his voice muffled against Jungkook's suit jacket. "They starved me! They locked me in here all night and they didn't give me anything to eat! Not even a single noodle! I'm wasting away! I'm practically skeletal!" He pulled back slightly, looking up at Jungkook with wide, tear-filled eyes, exaggerating his plight with every fiber of his being. "This is cruel and unusual punishment! This is inhumane! How could you let your dramatic darling go hungry?!"

Jungkook's eyes widened fractionally. He looked at Jungwoo, a dangerous calm in his voice. "Jungwoo. Did you forget to provide meals for my... guests?"

Jungwoo's impassive expression finally cracked. A flicker of dismay, almost embarrassment, crossed his face. "Boss... with the containment efforts yesterday, and the unexpected nature of the... situation... we focused on securing the perimeter. It was an oversight, Boss. My apologies."

Jimin, from his chair, cleared his throat weakly. "He's not entirely wrong, Boss. We haven't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon."

Jungkook looked down at Taehyung, who was now clinging to him, wailing softly and intermittently patting his stomach. A sigh escaped him, a mixture of profound exasperation and an almost overwhelming surge of tenderness.

"You really think my security team would forget to feed you, dramatic darling?" Jungkook murmured, running a hand through Taehyung's hair. "Or perhaps they were merely ensuring your 'suffering' would be appropriately dramatic for my arrival?" He glanced pointedly at Jungwoo, who shifted uncomfortably.

"I am dying, Bunny Boss!" Taehyung declared, burying his face in Jungkook's chest again. "A slow, agonizing death by starvation! You must feed me! And then comfort me! Extravagantly!"

Jungkook just shook his head, pulling Taehyung closer. His dramatic darling was utterly incorrigible. And utterly, gloriously, his.

Jungkook held Taehyung close, listening to his dramatic laments of starvation. He looked over Taehyung's head at Jungwoo, a dangerous glint in his eye. "Jungwoo," he stated, his voice calm but firm, "contact the kitchen. I want a full, extravagant meal prepared. Immediately. For two very hungry, very important guests."

Jungwoo nodded, his face impassive once more. "Understood, Boss. Already on it." He disappeared, leaving them alone.

Taehyung pulled back slightly, his red-rimmed eyes wide. "Extravagant? Like, real food? Not just… crackers?"

Jungkook chuckled, gently wiping a tear from Taehyung's cheek with his thumb. "Real food, dramatic darling. Whatever your heart desires. Consider it part of my extended apology. And a lesson for my security team on proper guest etiquette." He led Taehyung towards the comfortable sofa, gently guiding him to sit. Jimin, looking weary but hopeful, watched them.

"This is better than diamonds, Bunny Boss!" Taehyung declared, still sniffling slightly but already perking up. "Much better! You always know what I truly need." He then looked at Jimin. "See, Jiminie? I told you he loved me! He wouldn't let his dramatic darling starve!"

Jimin managed a weak smile. "I'm just glad to see actual food in our future, Taehyung. My stomach was starting to protest."

Jungkook sat beside Taehyung, pulling him close again, his arm around his shoulders. "And you, Taehyung," he said, his voice lowering to a playful warning, "will need all your strength. Because after you've eaten, we're going straight to your apartment. And you're going to clean up every single speck of glitter. And every paint streak. Personally."

Taehyung's eyes widened. "What?! But Bunny Boss! That was for you! A grand gesture!"

"A grand, messy, public disturbance," Jungkook corrected, a knowing smirk on his face. "One that my security team had to clean up. And now, you will too. It's an important part of personal responsibility, dramatic darling. Even for artistic geniuses."

Taehyung pouted, but a slight tremor of amusement ran through him. "You're so mean sometimes, Bunny Boss. But... you're still coming to my apartment?"

"Yes, Taehyung," Jungkook affirmed, pulling him tighter. "I'm coming to your apartment. To ensure the clean-up is done properly. And then, perhaps, for that 'uninterrupted cuddle' you demanded." He pressed a soft kiss to Taehyung's hair. "Now, what do you feel like eating? My kitchen staff awaits your command."

Taehyung's eyes lit up, his earlier hunger quickly overcoming his indignation. "Anything with noodles! And maybe some expensive steak! And ice cream! Lots and lots of ice cream!" He was already making a mental menu, the dramatic wails of starvation a distant memory.

A short while later, Jungkook's office was transformed. A large, elegant dining table, seemingly appearing from nowhere, was set with gleaming silverware and fine china. Plates laden with an array of exquisite dishes were brought in by Jungkook's discreet staff, filling the room with tantalizing aromas.

Taehyung, his previous hunger now magnified by the sheer opulence, gasped dramatically. "Bunny Boss! This is a feast! It's like a five-star restaurant exploded in your office!" He practically vibrated with excitement, already reaching for a delicately seared steak. "Oh, my god, this smells incredible!"

Jimin, though still looking a little shell-shocked, couldn't help but stare at the spread. "This is... much better than the instant noodles I was expecting," he admitted, pulling out a chair. "Thank you, Boss."

Jungkook took his seat at the head of the table, a relaxed, indulgent smile on his face as he watched Taehyung's reaction. "Only the best for my guests, dramatic darling. And for my security team's oversight." He gestured to the dishes. "Please, eat your fill. You've earned it, after your... ordeal."

Taehyung, already halfway through his steak, mumbled around a mouthful. "This is the best steak I've ever had! So tender! It's practically melting! It's almost as good as your cuddles, Bunny Boss!"

Jimin, meanwhile, was methodically piling his plate with roasted vegetables and perfectly cooked salmon. "He's not wrong about the steak, Taehyung. It's truly excellent." He took a bite, savoring it. "This makes up for the glitter, almost."

"Almost?" Taehyung scoffed, waving his fork. "This makes up for being born! It's a culinary masterpiece! See, Jiminie? This is why I love Bunny Boss! He knows how to treat a dramatic darling right!" He then looked at Jungkook. "You're not eating, Bunny Boss! Aren't you hungry?"

Jungkook chuckled. "I had a rather lengthy business lunch in Busan. But I'll have some of this. I'm more interested in watching you enjoy it." He reached over, gently wiping a smudge of sauce from the corner of Taehyung's mouth with his thumb. "And ensuring you regain all your strength for our clean-up operation."

Taehyung swallowed quickly, momentarily distracted. "Oh, right. The clean-up. You're still serious about that?"

"Absolutely," Jungkook affirmed, his eyes twinkling. "Every last speck of glitter. Every drop of paint. Consider it part of your new curriculum. Practical application of consequences."

Taehyung sighed dramatically, but then took another bite of steak. "Fine. But only if you promise to reward me with more of this amazing food. And even more amazing cuddles. My stomach has very high expectations now."

Jungkook just smiled, a look of profound amusement and deep affection on his face. Watching Taehyung devour the meal with such uninhibited joy was, perhaps, more satisfying than any business deal.

The magnificent meal continued, a symphony of clinking silverware and contented sighs. Taehyung, having devoured the steak and salmon, had now moved on to a towering parfait glass filled with layers of cream, berries, and what looked like edible gold flakes. Jimin, still eating at a more measured pace, looked considerably more energized.

"This is what living feels like, Jiminie," Taehyung declared, spooning a generous amount of parfait into his mouth. "Not accounting. Not running from security. Just pure, unadulterated luxury. And excellent desserts."

Jimin smiled, a genuine one this time. "I have to agree, Taehyung. This is definitely better than yesterday's 'adventure.' Much less glitter involved."

Jungkook, who had been quietly observing them, leaned back in his chair, a look of deep contentment on his face. "I'm glad to see you both enjoying yourselves. After all, a dramatic darling, and his weary best friend, must be well-fueled for future endeavors. Academic or otherwise."

Taehyung immediately put his spoon down, his eyes sparkling. "Speaking of future endeavors, Bunny Boss, I have a new plan for how to spend my time now that I'm taking my education seriously."

Jimin groaned softly. "Oh, no."

Jungkook, however, looked intrigued. "Oh? Do tell, dramatic darling. Does it involve fewer inflatable ducks?"

Taehyung nodded emphatically. "Definitely fewer ducks. More... strategic cuddles. And maybe, just maybe, I could come here more often. For 'study sessions.' You know, so you can personally 'oversee' my academic progress, as you said." He gave Jungkook a hopeful, innocent look. "It would be much more conducive to learning, wouldn't it? Being close to my mentor?"

Jungkook's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. He reached across the table, taking Taehyung's hand and intertwining their fingers. "A very compelling argument, dramatic darling. Very compelling indeed. I'll consider it. Especially if it leads to a significant improvement in your accounting grades."

Taehyung squeezed Jungkook's hand. "It will, Bunny Boss! I promise! With you by my side, I'll ace every exam! And maybe even learn to appreciate the finer points of financial statements!"

Jimin just shook his head, a fond, weary smile on his face. He knew Taehyung. The 'study sessions' would be less about accounting and more about chaos and cuddles. But judging by the look on Jungkook's face, the Bunny Boss wouldn't have it any other way.

The following Monday afternoon found Taehyung and Jimin standing, somewhat awkwardly, in a grand, sunlit study within Jungkook's mansion. The room was lined with towering bookshelves, and a large, ornate desk dominated the center. This was clearly a place of serious work.

"I can't believe he actually arranged a private tutor," Jimin whispered to Taehyung, adjusting his glasses. "For accounting. At a mafia boss's mansion."

Taehyung, however, was beaming. "I told you Bunny Boss takes my education seriously! And look at this place! So much better than a stuffy classroom. Much more inspiring for a genius like me!" He then gasped dramatically. "Oh my god, Jiminie, do you think he's going to tutor us himself? Like, teach me personally?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "I think he's too busy running his empire to explain debits and credits, Taehyung."

Just then, the door opened and a distinguished-looking man with a calm, scholarly demeanor entered. He carried a briefcase and a gentle smile. "Good afternoon, gentlemen. You must be Mr. Kim Taehyung and Mr. Park Jimin. I'm Professor Han, your private accounting tutor. Mr. Jeon personally requested my services."

Taehyung's shoulders slumped slightly in disappointment, but he quickly recovered, extending a hand to Professor Han with a flourish. "Professor Han! A pleasure! I am Kim Taehyung, future business mogul, and this is my loyal, albeit perpetually stressed, business partner, Park Jimin."

Jimin bowed politely. "Hello, Professor. Thank you for coming."

Professor Han chuckled softly. "It's my pleasure. Mr. Jeon informed me you both possess... unique learning styles. He was very clear that a significant improvement is expected." He set his briefcase on the desk, opening it to reveal textbooks and notes. "Shall we begin with the fundamentals of financial statements?"

Taehyung immediately slumped into one of the plush chairs, feigning utter despair. "Fundamentals? Professor, my brain cells are still recovering from the last 'fundamentals.' Can't we skip straight to the creative accounting? Or the dramatic interpretation of balance sheets?"

Jimin nudged him sharply. "Taehyung! Be polite!"

Professor Han simply smiled patiently. "Mr. Kim, I assure you, a strong foundation is crucial. And Mr. Jeon emphasized that you are quite capable of mastering these concepts."

Just then, the study door opened again, and Jungkook walked in, looking impeccably dressed and radiating his usual composed power. His eyes went straight to Taehyung, a slight smirk on his lips.

"Ah, Professor Han," Jungkook greeted, nodding respectfully. "I trust you've met my... students." His gaze lingered on Taehyung, who immediately brightened.

"Bunny Boss!" Taehyung chirped, jumping up. "You're here! Are you staying for the study session? You can personally monitor my progress!"

Jungkook walked over, placing a hand on Taehyung's shoulder. "I'm just checking in, dramatic darling. And reminding you both that Professor Han is here at my personal request. His time is valuable. And your academic success is now a personal matter for me." He looked at Professor Han. "I expect a full report on their progress at the end of each session, Professor."

Professor Han nodded firmly. "Understood, Mr. Jeon. I assure you, I will do my best to ensure Mr. Kim and Mr. Park meet your expectations."

Jungkook's eyes returned to Taehyung, a challenging glint in their depths. "Do you understand, Taehyung? No more 'dramatic interpretations.' No more 'creative accounting' unless it involves actual, legally sound financial genius."

Taehyung pouted, but then a mischievous gleam entered his eyes. "Understood, Bunny Boss. But if I get a perfect score, I expect a very, very dramatic reward. And maybe another diamond."

Jungkook chuckled, ruffling Taehyung's hair. "We can discuss your compensation for academic excellence later. For now, focus on impressing Professor Han." He then turned and left the study, leaving Taehyung with his tutor and a very relieved, yet still slightly terrified, Jimin.

Jimin looked at Taehyung. "He's serious, isn't he? We actually have to study."

Taehyung sighed, dramatically slumping back into his chair. "Looks like it, Jiminie. Looks like my chaotic fun just got a very strict, very handsome supervisor." He picked up a textbook with an exaggerated groan. "Alright, Professor Han. Let's see what these 'fundamentals' are all about. For Bunny Boss."

Jungkook sat in his private control room, a sleek, minimalist space filled with monitors displaying various feeds from around his mansion. He held a mug of steaming tea, his expression calm and focused. One of the main screens showed a live feed of the study, where Taehyung was currently tracing a diagram in an accounting textbook with a dramatic sigh, while Professor Han patiently explained a concept. Jimin was diligently taking notes beside him.

Jungkook took a slow sip of his tea, a faint smile touching his lips as he watched Taehyung's exaggerated gestures.

"He's certainly putting on a performance for Professor Han, Boss," Jungwoo's voice came through the comms, a hint of dry amusement in his tone. "Though his focus seems to drift towards the window every few minutes."

"He's contemplating his next grand entrance," Jungkook murmured, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Or perhaps plotting the downfall of the accounting curriculum. Don't underestimate his creativity, Jungwoo."

On screen, Taehyung stifled a yawn, then nudged Jimin. "Jiminie, are you sure this isn't some kind of elaborate torture? My brain feels like it's trying to multiply itself and then divide by zero."

Jimin sighed, not looking up. "Just focus, Taehyung. We have to impress him. Remember what he said about 'personal oversight'?"

Jungkook chuckled softly. "He remembers," he said into the comms. "He simply prefers to express his remembering with a flourish."

A new alert pinged on one of Jungkook's auxiliary monitors. It was a feed from the mansion's kitchen. A staff member was carefully preparing a platter of fresh fruit and a selection of delicate pastries.

"Is that for their afternoon break, Boss?" Jungwoo inquired.

"Of course," Jungkook confirmed. "Even geniuses need sustenance. Especially dramatic ones. Ensure it's delivered precisely at 3 PM. And no more oversights, Jungwoo."

"Understood, Boss," Jungwoo replied, a distinct note of immediate compliance in his voice.

Jungkook watched as Taehyung leaned closer to Professor Han, asking a question with an intensity that seemed almost too genuine. He saw Professor Han's patient smile as he responded. Then, Taehyung glanced directly at the hidden camera, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He winked.

Jungkook's lips curved into a full smile. "He knows I'm watching," he murmured, his gaze never leaving the screen. "Clever dramatic darling." He took another sip of his tea, content. His world might be one of danger and high stakes, but a quiet afternoon, watching Taehyung feign studiousness while plotting his next grand gesture, was a different kind of luxury he wouldn't trade for anything.

Jungkook continued to observe the study session through the hidden cameras, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched Taehyung dramatically underline a sentence in his textbook. The time was nearing 3 PM, and he knew the staff would be preparing their afternoon refreshments.

His eyes flickered to another monitor, showing the bustling mansion kitchen. He watched as a young female staff member, dressed in a neat uniform, carefully poured a vibrant, freshly squeezed orange juice into a glass. As she was about to place it on the tray with the other refreshments, she paused. She picked up the glass of orange juice and, seemingly innocently, took a small sip from it.

Jungkook's smile vanished instantly. His eyes narrowed, turning cold and sharp. A single sip. An insignificant act to anyone else, perhaps. But to Jungkook, it was a breach. A breach of protocol. A breach of trust. No one, absolutely no one, was to interfere with anything intended for Taehyung. Not even a single sip of juice.

He immediately pressed a button on his console, opening a direct line to Jungwoo. His voice, when he spoke, was dangerously calm, devoid of any warmth.

"Jungwoo," Jungkook stated, his gaze fixed on the screen, his tone flat. "Kitchen feed, now. Identify the staff member. The one who just sampled the orange juice."

There was a moment of silence from Jungwoo's end, a quick shuffle. "Boss, one moment. Agent Hyun is currently in the kitchen. She appears to be... tasting the juice."

"Get that drink away from the tray," Jungkook commanded, his voice hardening. "Immediately. And have that staff member escorted out of the kitchen. She is not to touch any food or drink intended for my dramatic darling or his guest ever again."

Jungwoo's voice became sharp and efficient. "Understood, Boss. Already relaying the order." A moment later, on the kitchen feed, Agent Hyun moved swiftly, intercepting the staff member before she could put the glass back down. A brief, silent exchange occurred, and the staff member, looking confused, was gently but firmly guided away from the tray. The orange juice glass was discreetly removed.

Jungkook watched, his expression unyielding. "Ensure that drink is disposed of," he added, his voice still cold. "And prepare a fresh glass. Untouched."

"Consider it done, Boss," Jungwoo confirmed. "Anything else?"

Jungkook's gaze returned to the study feed, where Taehyung was now gesturing wildly while explaining something to Jimin. His expression softened infinitesimally. "No, Jungwoo. Just ensure their study session proceeds without further... external influences. And that they are well-fed."

He ended the call, his eyes lingering on Taehyung. Protection. That was his foremost duty. Even from an accidental sip of juice. No one else was to be careless with what was meant for Taehyung. No one.

The afternoon continued in Jungkook's study, the air now filled with the faint scent of freshly cut fruit and a subtle aroma of expensive pastries. Taehyung, with renewed vigor from the unexpected feast, was now surprisingly engaged in his accounting textbook, occasionally asking Professor Han genuinely curious questions. Jimin, meanwhile, seemed to be relishing the quiet efficiency of Jungkook's staff and the continuous supply of delicious snacks.

Jungkook, back in his control room, watched the scene with a satisfied gaze. The new, untouched glass of orange juice sat pristine on Taehyung's side of the tray. He saw Taehyung reach for it, take a long, deliberate sip, and then sigh contentedly.

"This is good juice, Bunny Boss," Taehyung's voice echoed faintly through the speakers in the control room, though he was speaking to Professor Han. "Very refreshing. Your staff truly knows how to make a dramatic darling happy."

Jungkook's lips curved into a soft smile. His attention to detail was unwavering. Every aspect of Taehyung's comfort and safety was paramount, even down to a glass of orange juice.

"Boss," Jungwoo's voice came through the comms. "The staff member has been re-assigned to the laundry department. She will not be in contact with food preparation for the foreseeable future."

"Understood, Jungwoo," Jungkook replied, his voice calm. "Ensure all kitchen staff are re-briefed on the importance of strict protocol regarding all consumables. Especially for our... special guests."

"Consider it done, Boss," Jungwoo confirmed. "No further breaches will occur."

Jungkook leaned back, taking a final sip of his tea. On the screen, Taehyung was now gesturing wildly, explaining a concept to Professor Han with more enthusiasm than accuracy. Jimin was stifling a laugh. This was a fragile peace, he knew. Taehyung's capacity for chaos was limitless, and his dramatic impulses were bound to lead to another "unforgettable" incident. But for now, watching his dramatic darling genuinely (and adorably) apply himself, secure within his walls, was a moment of rare calm. And for Jungkook, that was more than enough.

Later that evening, the grand dining room of Jungkook's mansion hummed with quiet activity. A more intimate setting had been prepared for dinner, a smaller, exquisitely set table bathed in the soft glow of a chandelier. Jungkook sat at the head, with Taehyung already perched comfortably beside him, and Jimin across.

"This is much better than my dorm cafeteria, Bunny Boss," Taehyung declared, admiring the array of dishes on the table. "And much better than cold pizza. My stomach is already singing."

Jimin nodded, reaching for a serving of perfectly grilled fish. "I agree. My stress levels have significantly dropped since the last time I ate here."

Jungkook chuckled, a soft, rich sound. He picked up a forkful of tender beef, seasoned with herbs, and held it out towards Taehyung's mouth. "Open, dramatic darling. You've had a very strenuous day of academic endeavor."

Taehyung's eyes lit up, and he immediately leaned in, accepting the bite with a contented hum. "Mmm! This is amazing, Bunny Boss! You truly spoil me." He then glanced at Jimin, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "See, Jiminie? This is how real study sessions should end. Not with more textbooks."

Jimin simply shook his head, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I'm just glad to be eating something that wasn't previously covered in glitter."

Jungkook continued to feed Taehyung occasionally, a natural, almost instinctual gesture. He found immense satisfaction in catering to Taehyung's every whim, especially after the dramatic flair of the past few days.

"So, Professor Han seemed cautiously optimistic about your 'potential'," Jungkook mused, offering Taehyung another bite. "Are you prepared to live up to those newly raised expectations, Taehyung?"

Taehyung swallowed, then looked at Jungkook with wide, earnest eyes. "I am, Bunny Boss. Really! Professor Han made it almost... interesting. And now that I know you were a terrifyingly smart genius, I feel inspired." He leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, "But you still have to give me lots of cuddles to compensate for all the brain-stretching."

Jungkook laughed, a genuine, joyful sound that filled the elegant room. He pulled Taehyung closer, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "Consider it done, dramatic darling. Consider your academic and dramatic demands fully noted."

Jimin, observing the affectionate scene, felt a warmth spread through him. Despite the chaos Taehyung invited, and the danger Jungkook lived, there was an undeniable, almost domestic, sweetness in their dynamic. For now, in the quiet luxury of Jungkook's home, all felt rightg with their uniquely complicated world.

After the extravagant dinner, the thought of returning to their humble apartment, especially with the lingering threat of glitter, seemed less than appealing to Taehyung.

"Bunny Boss," Taehyung began, looking up at Jungkook with wide, pleading eyes. "It's so late. And after all that studying, and eating, and general dramatic exhaustion, I don't think I have the energy to go back to the apartment."

Jungkook merely raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "And what are you implying, dramatic darling?"

"Well," Taehyung continued, looking sheepishly at Jimin, "I think Jiminie could use a good night's sleep in a proper bed too. And Luna... Luna might miss me. And she needs to be in a comfortable environment after her traumatic spa day." He then turned his full, imploring gaze back to Jungkook. "Can we... can we stay here tonight? All of us? Jiminie in a guest room, and Luna... well, Luna could be in her terrarium, somewhere safe. And I could, of course, keep overseeing your valuable study materials in your bedroom, Bunny Boss."

Jimin, despite his usual anxiety, felt a flicker of hope. A guest room in a mansion sounded infinitely better than his small dorm bed. "It would be... very convenient, Boss," he added, trying to sound helpful.

Jungkook looked from Taehyung's hopeful face to Jimin's weary one, then a faint smile touched his lips. He knew this was coming. "Alright, dramatic darling," he conceded. "You and Jimin-ssi may stay. And Luna, if you insist on bringing your scaled companion into my home." He pressed a button on his intercom. "Jungwoo, arrange for a suitable guest room for Mr. Park. And for Mr. Kim's... pet. Ensure her terrarium is properly set up in a secure, climate-controlled space, preferably away from any sensitive equipment."

Jungwoo's voice crackled back, sounding utterly resigned. "Understood, Boss. Another unique addition to the mansion's occupancy."

Taehyung cheered, pulling Jungkook into a tight hug. "You're the best, Bunny Boss! The absolute best! See, Jiminie? I told you he loved me!"

A little while later, Jimin found himself in a luxurious guest suite, complete with a king-sized bed and a view of the beautifully manicured gardens. He felt a wave of blissful relief wash over him.

"This is amazing, Taehyung," Jimin said, flopping onto the soft mattress. "I might never leave."

Taehyung, however, was already distracted, overseeing two of Jungkook's staff meticulously setting up Luna's terrarium in a spacious, dimly lit corner of the guest room. Luna, looking surprisinglyon content, was already coiling around her favorite branch.

"See, Luna? Didn't I tell you Bunny Boss would take good care of you?" Taehyung cooed, stroking her scales. "Now, you be a good girl and don't try to escape tonight. Your dramatic papa has important business with Bunny Boss." He then turned to Jimin. "Right, well, my work here is done. You get some sleep, Jiminie. I'm off to fulfill my duties as a study supervisor." He winked conspiratorially, then headed out the door.

Jimin just shook his head, a fond, weary smile on his face. He watched Taehyung disappear, then looked at Luna, who seemed to give him a slow, resigned blink.

"Good night, Luna," Jimin whispered, pulling the covers up. "May your dreams be free of sandalwood paste and over-enthusiastic bath time." He sighed contentedly, finally settling into the silence of the opulent room. At least for tonight, there was a sense of peace. For him, anyway.

The city lights twinkled outside Jungkook's panoramic bedroom window, casting a soft glow on the room. Jungkook was propped up against the pillows, his laptop open on his lap, his fingers flying across the keyboard with focused precision. He was reviewing a complex financial report, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration.

Taehyung, however, was a study in relaxed indolence. He was sprawled out on the bed beside Jungkook, his head resting on Jungkook's thigh, his eyes half-closed. He occasionally let out a soft sigh, or stretched languidly, seemingly oblivious to the intense focus emanating from Jungkook.

"Bunny Boss," Taehyung murmured, his voice a low, drowsy hum. "You're working so hard. Are you sure you can't take a break? My cuddles are much more important than those boring numbers."

Jungkook didn't look up from his screen, but a faint smile touched his lips. "Almost finished, dramatic darling. This acquisition needs my full attention. Millions are at stake."

Taehyung pouted, reaching up to gently tap Jungkook's leg. "But I'm at stake, too! My happiness, my well-being... they're priceless!"

Jungkook chuckled softly, finally glancing down at Taehyung. "Your happiness is always my priority, Taehyung. But ensuring a stable financial future for us both is also rather important." He ran a hand through Taehyung's hair, his touch gentle. "Just a few more minutes. Then, I promise, my undivided attention will be yours."

Taehyung sighed dramatically, but snuggled closer. "Fine. But you owe me extra cuddles. And maybe a back rub. And a very long story about your exciting mafia adventures."

Jungkook's eyes twinkled. "I think I can manage that. Just try not to fall asleep before I'm finished, dramatic darling. I have a feeling your 'study session' took a lot out of you." He returned his gaze to the laptop, his fingers flying across the keys once more, the quiet hum of the city lights the only sound in the room besides Taehyung's soft breaths. The tension of his work, however, was softened by the warmth of Taehyung beside him, a constant reminder of the chaos and the love that filled his life.

Jungkook continued to work, the soft click of the keyboard filling the quiet room. He was deep in thought, analyzing figures, when he felt a soft brush against his temple. Taehyung, who had been lying beside him, had propped himself up on an elbow and was now looking at Jungkook with a dreamy, affectionate gaze.

"Bunny Boss," Taehyung murmured, his voice a gentle hum. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook's temple, right where a vein pulsed faintly.

Jungkook didn't stop typing, but a faint smile touched his lips. "Still awake, dramatic darling?"

"Of course," Taehyung whispered, his fingers gently tracing the line of Jungkook's jaw. "How can I sleep when my brilliant Bunny Boss is working so diligently? You're so handsome when you're focused." He then pressed another kiss, this time to Jungkook's cheekbone, lingering for a moment.

Jungkook chuckled, finally looking away from the screen to meet Taehyung's eyes. "Are you trying to distract me?"

"Maybe a little," Taehyung admitted, his eyes sparkling mischievously. He leaned in closer, pressing a series of light, playful kisses along Jungkook's brow, then to his nose. "Just reminding you that even though you're busy with your very important numbers, I'm right here. And I'm much more interesting than a spreadsheet."

Jungkook leaned back against the pillows, turning slightly to face Taehyung more fully. He reached up, cupping Taehyung's face. "You certainly are, dramatic darling. Infinitely more interesting. And far more distracting." He kissed Taehyung's lips, a soft, tender caress that lingered.

"See?" Taehyung whispered, his eyes heavy with affection. "It's working. Now, about that story about your mafia adventures..." He nestled closer, resting his head back on Jungkook's thigh, ready for the night to truly begin.

Jungkook was back to work on his laptop, his focus sharp as he multitasked, occasionally taking calls on a separate secure phone. Taehyung, still resting his head on Jungkook's thigh, shifted restlessly, a soft groan escaping him.

"Bunny Boss," Taehyung whined, fanning himself lightly with his hand. "It's so hot. Even with the window open, I feel like I'm melting."

Jungkook, mid-sentence on a call, simply reached for a remote on the bedside table without breaking his conversation. He pressed a button, and the quiet hum of the air conditioning immediately filled the room, sending a cool, gentle breeze through the space.

"Yes, Agent Minho, ensure that the perimeter sweep is complete by 0400 hours," Jungkook continued into the phone, his voice steady. As he spoke, his free hand instinctively moved to Taehyung's back, gently rubbing slow, soothing circles.

Taehyung sighed contentedly, the cool air already a welcome relief. He leaned further into the touch, closing his eyes. "Mmm, much better, Bunny Boss. You really do think of everything." He mumbled, half-asleep again.

"And make sure the new surveillance drones are fully calibrated before deployment," Jungkook finished his call, ending it with a decisive click. He then looked down at Taehyung, a soft smile on his face. "Feeling cooler, dramatic darling?"

Taehyung opened his eyes and gazed up at Jungkook, a blissful expression on his face. "So much cooler. Your magic touch works on everything, even the weather." He snuggled closer, pressing a light kiss to Jungkook's thigh. "You're the best personal air conditioner and back rub provider a dramatic darling could ask for."

Jungkook chuckled, continuing the gentle strokes on Taehyung's back. "Just trying to keep my most valuable asset comfortable. Now, are you going to let me finish this report, or will your complaints continue to be my primary focus?"

"Only if they lead to more back rubs," Taehyung mumbled, already drifting back to sleep, utterly content in the cool room, enveloped by Jungkook's comforting presence.

Jungkook had managed to return his attention to the glowing laptop screen, his fingers once again flying over the keys. He was deep into an analysis of market vulnerabilities, the hum of the AC now a quiet backdrop to his thoughts. Taehyung, seemingly content for a moment, suddenly shifted again.

"Bunny Boss," Taehyung mumbled, his voice a sleepy complaint, "my hair is tickling my face. It's very distracting. And extremely uncomfortable."

Jungkook didn't look up, but his hand automatically reached for Taehyung's head, gently sweeping stray strands of hair away from his forehead. "Better?" he asked, his eyes still on the screen.

"A little," Taehyung admitted, then sighed dramatically. "But now my neck feels like it's in the wrong position. It's going to get a cramp. A very painful, debilitating cramp."

Jungkook paused his typing, a faint sigh escaping him. He carefully moved Taehyung's head, adjusting it slightly on his thigh, then slid a hand under Taehyung's neck, gently supporting it. "Is that satisfactory?" he asked, his voice calm, even as his gaze darted back to the complex data on his screen.

"Mmm-hmm," Taehyung hummed contentedly for a few moments, then a new complaint surfaced. "But now... my feet are cold."

Jungkook closed his eyes for a brief second. He reached down and, without breaking his concentration on the numbers, pulled the soft, plush duvet up, carefully covering Taehyung's feet. "Anything else, dramatic darling? Perhaps a lullaby? Or a live orchestral performance?"

Taehyung giggled softly. "Ooh, a live orchestral performance would be lovely! But for now, maybe just... can you hum my favorite song? The one you hummed when we were hiding in that abandoned warehouse?"

Jungkook's fingers stilled on the keyboard for a moment. He remembered the specific, tense night. He leaned his head back against the pillows, and began to hum, a low, gentle melody, a stark contrast to the high-stakes work on his laptop. He continued to hum, his eyes still occasionally scanning the screen, while his hand continued to gently stroke Taehyung's back.

Taehyung sighed blissfully, snuggling deeper. "You're the best, Bunny Boss. The very best. You can solve any problem. Even my existential discomforts."

Jungkook simply chuckled, a profound sense of weariness mixing with an even deeper affection. He was running a multi-billion dollar empire, navigating treacherous waters, but his most demanding, and arguably most important, task at the moment was keeping his dramatic darling perfectly content.

Jungkook continued to hum softly, his fingers still working on the laptop, occasionally stroking Taehyung's back. The hum of the air conditioning and the soft click of the keyboard were the only sounds in the room. After a few minutes, he realized the familiar stream of gentle complaints, the soft giggles, the occasional affectionate murmurs – they had all stopped.

He paused his typing, the humming fading. He looked down.

Taehyung was deeply asleep. His head was still resting on Jungkook's thigh, his face relaxed and utterly peaceful, a faint, contented smile playing on his lips. His breathing was soft and even, a stark contrast to his usual dramatic vibrancy. The hand that had been resting on Jungkook's side had fallen open, palm up.

Jungkook slowly closed his laptop, carefully placing it on the bedside table. He shifted gently, so as not to disturb Taehyung. He gazed down at the sleeping figure, a profound tenderness washing over him. This was a rare sight – Taehyung utterly still, completely quiet, completely vulnerable in his sleep.

He reached out, very carefully, and brushed a stray lock of hair from Taehyung's forehead. His fingers lingered, tracing the soft curve of his cheekbone. All the chaos, the glitter, the paint, the endless demands – they all faded away in this moment of quiet. This was the dramatic darling, yes, but also just Taehyung, safe and sound in his arms.

"Sleep well, dramatic darling," Jungkook whispered, his voice soft, almost a breath. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Taehyung's forehead, a silent promise to protect this peace, no matter how fleeting it might be. He then carefully adjusted himself, making sure Taehyung was comfortable, and settled in to watch him sleep, content to simply exist in the quiet warmth of the night.

Jungkook stayed still for a long moment, watching Taehyung sleep, his own focus solely on the peaceful face beside him. The quiet calm was a rare luxury. But duty, and a multi-billion dollar empire, called.

He carefully, slowly, began to extract himself from under Taehyung's head, shifting his weight with the utmost precision. Taehyung stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping him, but he didn't wake. Jungkook gently replaced his thigh with a soft, supportive pillow, ensuring Taehyung's head remained comfortably propped.

Once free, Jungkook slipped off the bed, moving with the silent grace of a predator. He retrieved his laptop from the bedside table, the screen a dark mirror reflecting the city lights. He moved to a plush armchair by the window, settling in without a single creak or rustle that might disturb the deep sleep beside him.

He opened the laptop, the screen's soft glow barely illuminating the corner of the room. He plugged in his earphones, minimizing any sound from his work. His fingers resumed their rhythmic dance across the keyboard, the silent clicks barely audible even to himself. He was back in his world of numbers and strategies, but his gaze occasionally drifted from the complex data to the sleeping figure on the bed.

He worked for another hour, the silence of the room broken only by the hum of the AC and the imperceptible sounds of his work. He could see Taehyung still deeply asleep, oblivious to the high-stakes world Jungkook navigated even in the quiet of the night.

Jungkook worked for a few more hours, the last of his urgent tasks for the night meticulously completed. He closed his laptop with a soft click, the screen's glow fading into the room's ambient light. He stretched, a deep, satisfying stretch that worked out the tension from hours of focused concentration.

He glanced at the bed. Taehyung was still deeply asleep, cocooned in the duvet, his breathing even and soft. A quiet smile touched Jungkook's lips. The allure of his warm, dramatic darling was far greater than any remaining work.

He quietly rose from the armchair and moved silently towards the bed. He slipped under the covers, carefully trying not to disturb the peaceful slumber beside him. The sheets were still warm from Taehyung's body heat.

As soon as Jungkook's body settled onto the mattress, before he could even fully adjust, Taehyung stirred. It wasn't a conscious movement, but rather an instinctual one. Without opening his eyes, Taehyung shifted, a low, contented hum escaping him. His arm flopped over, his leg tangled with Jungkook's, and in one fluid, sleepy motion, he essentially threw himself onto Jungkook, burying his face in Jungkook's chest.

Jungkook chuckled softly, a silent, affectionate sound. He wrapped his arms around Taehyung, pulling him even closer, letting Taehyung's sleepy weight settle fully onto him. He felt the soft brush of Taehyung's hair against his chin, the warmth of his body pressed against his own.

"Always gravitating towards me, aren't you, dramatic darling?" Jungkook whispered into Taehyung's hair, a profound tenderness in his voice. "Even in your sleep." He adjusted the duvet over them, pulling them both deeper into the comfortable warmth. He pressed a kiss to the top of Taehyung's head, closing his eyes, content to finally surrender to the night, with his most precious burden safely in his arms. The empire could wait until morning.

The soft morning light streamed through the bedroom windows, painting the luxurious space in hues of gold and cream. Taehyung stirred, a soft groan escaping him as he stretched languidly, still half-asleep and utterly content. He reached out instinctively, expecting to find the solid warmth of Jungkook beside him.

His hand met only cool sheets.

Taehyung's eyes snapped open. He blinked, looking around the expansive bed. Empty. The pillows on Jungkook's side were still slightly dented, a faint warmth lingered, but the Bunny Boss was gone.

"Bunny Boss?" Taehyung mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, pushing himself up on an elbow. He looked towards the ensuite bathroom, then the closed walk-in closet door. Silence.

A wave of dramatic despair immediately washed over him. He sat up fully, pulling the duvet tighter around himself. "He left me!" Taehyung wailed, though his voice was still a little husky. "He abandoned his dramatic darling! After all that cuddling! After all that starving!" He looked around the vast, quiet room, feeling suddenly very small and dramatically bereft. "This is a betrayal! A cruel twist of fate!"

He scrambled out of bed, still wrapped in the duvet like a dramatic toga, and rushed to the bathroom door, then the closet. Both empty. He then went to the panoramic windows, peering out at the sprawling city. No sign of a black, sleek car making a dramatic exit.

"Jungkook!" he called out, his voice now rising in volume, echoing slightly in the large room. "Where are you?! Your dramatic darling needs his morning cuddles! And probably breakfast!" He looked at the quiet room, then at his own reflection in the window, a picture of exaggerated sorrow. "This is an outrage! How could he leave me all alone in his giant mansion?"

He then remembered Jimin. "Jiminie!" he shrieked, running out of Jungkook's bedroom and heading for the guest suite, already planning his next grand dramatic complaint. "He left us! He left me alone! This is the worst morning ever!"

Taehyung, still swaddled dramatically in the duvet, burst out of Jungkook's bedroom, his wails echoing through the silent mansion. He made a direct line for Jimin's guest suite, ready to unleash his morning woes.

But as he approached the grand staircase, a familiar figure came into view in the expansive living room below. Jungkook.

He was seated calmly on one of the plush sofas, bathed in the morning light, his head slightly bowed as he meticulously worked on a sleek tablet. He looked utterly focused, completely oblivious to the dramatic crisis unfolding above him.

Taehyung skidded to a halt at the top of the stairs, his eyes narrowing. He had been abandoned! Left to wallow in solitude! And here was Bunny Boss, simply... working. Again!

A new wave of indignation, mixed with relief and an overwhelming desire for immediate attention, washed over him. Forget the gentle approach. This called for a full-scale dramatic re-entry.

"Bunny Boss!" Taehyung shrieked, his voice carrying clearly through the high-ceilinged room. He immediately launched himself down the grand staircase, taking the steps two at a time, the duvet flapping around him like a cape.

Jungkook, deep in thought, didn't notice him until a soft thudding sound rapidly approached. His head shot up, his eyes widening in surprise just as Taehyung, with a final, desperate lunge, threw himself onto the sofa, landing squarely on Jungkook's lap.

Jungkook let out a startled gasp, the tablet flying from his hands and clattering harmlessly onto the thick rug beside them. He flinched, his body tensing in surprise, his arms coming up instinctively to brace against the sudden impact.

Taehyung, however, was completely oblivious to Jungkook's momentary alarm. He buried his face in Jungkook's chest, muffling his dramatic complaints. "You left me! You abandoned your poor dramatic darling! All alone! In your giant, empty bed! How could you?!" He wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist, clinging on tightly.

Jungkook, after his initial flinch, slowly relaxed. He looked down at the duvet-clad bundle of drama in his lap, a long, weary sigh escaping him, quickly followed by a soft, indulgent chuckle. He carefully retrieved his tablet from the floor with one hand, while the other wrapped securely around Taehyung.

"Dramatic darling," Jungkook murmured, his voice a low rumble against Taehyung's ear. "I merely went to the living room. To work. You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to disturb you." He shook his head, a fond smile on his face. "Though it seems my quiet departure only led to a far more... impactful re-entry." He pressed a kiss to Taehyung's hair. "Are you quite finished with your morning dramatics?"

Taehyung lifted his head, his eyes still wide with mock offense. "Not until I get my morning cuddles and a very, very convincing apology for being abandoned!"

Jungkook sighed, a long, drawn-out sound that was more affectionate than exasperated. He squeezed Taehyung gently. "Alright, dramatic darling. A very convincing apology, you say?" He paused, a playful glint in his eyes. "How about a promise of unlimited cuddles for the rest of the day? And perhaps a custom-made glitter cannon that only fires on command?"

Taehyung gasped, pulling his head back to look at Jungkook, his eyes wide with a mixture of delight and genuine shock. "A glitter cannon?! Bunny Boss! Are you serious?! You'd do that for me?!"

"If it means an end to your morning wailing and a guarantee of quiet work sessions," Jungkook murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. "And provided it's used strictly within approved parameters. No more redecorating public property, dramatic darling."

Taehyung immediately forgot his earlier distress. He bounced excitedly on Jungkook's lap, making Jungkook grunt softly from the unexpected motion. "You're the best! The absolute best! Oh, this is going to be amazing! Jiminie will be so jealous! We can launch glitter fireworks from the balcony! For special occasions!"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Special occasions. And no more glitter on the streets. We have an agreement, Taehyung."

"Agreement! Yes, Bunny Boss! Absolutely!" Taehyung promised, already envisioning dazzling displays. He then paused, his eyes narrowing slightly in mock suspicion. "But... why were you working so early, anyway? Don't you ever sleep? Are you a robot? Did you get replaced by a workaholic cyborg overnight?" He poked Jungkook's chest playfully. "Beep boop, does not compute, needs coffee and cuddles!"

Jungkook laughed, a rich, full sound. He wrapped his arms more securely around Taehyung, pulling him even closer. "I assure you, I am very much not a robot, dramatic darling. Just a man who takes his responsibilities seriously. Including ensuring my dramatic darling is well-catered for, even if it means finishing reports before you wake up." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Taehyung's forehead. "Now, about those morning cuddles you demanded..."

Taehyung sighed blissfully, snuggling deeper into Jungkook's embrace. "Yes! More cuddles! And then, we need to plan the perfect location for our new glitter cannon. Maybe the top of the Busan tower? It would be a grand gesture across the entire city!"

Jungkook just shook his head, a fond, weary smile on his face. The morning had truly begun. And as always, it was filled with the irreplaceable chaos and boundless affection of his dramatic darling.

Later that morning, Jungkook's sleek black car pulled up to the main gate of Taehyung and Jimin's college in Seoul. The campus was bustling with students, a stark contrast to the quiet luxury of Jungkook's mansion.

"Alright, dramatic darling," Jungkook said, turning to Taehyung, who was still looking comfortably disheveled from their morning's cuddle session. "Here we are. Try not to cause too much trouble today, and remember your Professor Han report is due."

Taehyung sighed dramatically. "Trouble? Bunny Boss, I'm a changed man! I'm dedicated to my studies now! But... there's just one thing." He turned to Jungkook, his eyes wide and pleading. "You can't just drop me off like this. What about my farewell kiss? A proper one! For good luck with my accounting."

Jimin, who was already halfway out the door, groaned. "Taehyung, we're at the college. There are people everywhere."

Jungkook chuckled, a knowing smirk on his face. He leaned over, reaching out to cup Taehyung's cheek. "A farewell kiss, you say? For academic excellence?"

"Absolutely!" Taehyung insisted, leaning into the touch. "It's essential! Otherwise, my brain won't function properly. It's a scientific fact!"

Jungkook's eyes twinkled. He glanced briefly at Jimin, who was now desperately trying to make himself invisible, then back at Taehyung. "Very well, dramatic darling. Anything for your academic success."

He leaned in, capturing Taehyung's lips in a soft, tender kiss that lingered for a moment, right there at the college gate. It wasn't overly passionate, but it was undeniably intimate, a clear display of affection for anyone to see.

Taehyung sighed happily, pulling back with a contented smile. "Mmm, much better. Now I feel properly energized for my future CEO endeavors!" He then looked at Jungkook with a worried frown. "But don't be late for your meeting, Bunny Boss! Important business waits for no one!"

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. "Indeed it doesn't. You two behave yourselves." He glanced at Jimin. "And try not to let him get into too much trouble, Jimin-ssi."

Jimin just offered a weak, exasperated wave. "I'll try, Boss. No promises."

With a final, affectionate glance at Taehyung, Jungkook pulled away. The car windows smoothly rolled up, and the sleek vehicle pulled away from the curb, leaving Taehyung glowing and Jimin sighing dramatically as they made their way onto campus. Jungkook, meanwhile, was already pulling out his phone, his mind shifting back to the urgent meeting awaiting him at headquarters.

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